( no other reply comes, only the quiet but pervasive presence of shanks entering the parlor the day after receiving isis' letter. and despite being very much mortal, there is something almost divine radiating from him, a power contained within him that could, indeed, rival a god. still, the air about him is gentle, unassuming, even solemn as he approaches isis. )
Lady Isis. ( a small bow of his head as he extends his hand and one of the bottles in it. ) I've read it's customary to offer libations. ( naturally, shanks brought beer. with a somewhat playful smile: ) Seems a shame to waste it, though.
( he takes a moment to gauge her reaction, or perhaps simply to study her face. there's no mistaking the resemblance. no mistaking that set, with his dark hair and feminine shape, had very much been a mirror image of the goddess standing before him now. maybe that would be awkward for anyone else who has been intimate with set in that particular form, but shanks sees it for what it is: set's love manifest, imitation being the sincerest form of flattery. besides, isis feels different than set. they could be standing side by side, identical, and shanks could tell them apart purely by feeling alone.
eventually, he raises his bottle as if he's going to toast to her good health. but what he says instead is: )
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Date: 2025-12-15 06:55 am (UTC)Lady Isis. ( a small bow of his head as he extends his hand and one of the bottles in it. ) I've read it's customary to offer libations. ( naturally, shanks brought beer. with a somewhat playful smile: ) Seems a shame to waste it, though.
( he takes a moment to gauge her reaction, or perhaps simply to study her face. there's no mistaking the resemblance. no mistaking that set, with his dark hair and feminine shape, had very much been a mirror image of the goddess standing before him now. maybe that would be awkward for anyone else who has been intimate with set in that particular form, but shanks sees it for what it is: set's love manifest, imitation being the sincerest form of flattery. besides, isis feels different than set. they could be standing side by side, identical, and shanks could tell them apart purely by feeling alone.
eventually, he raises his bottle as if he's going to toast to her good health. but what he says instead is: )
Will you drink with me?